I awoke before dawn
With a yawn
Coffee was made
A drug that I crave
Out the door I went
With an English leather scent
I looked to the sky
And espied a raptor on the wing
He was hunting
Not a songbird did sing
He lowered so close in awhile
Then rose for what seemed a mile
Until he reached a cloud
It made me proud to espy
A true native of earth
Master his life in the sky
Then a tear fell from his eye
I saw it not fall
But felt it for sure
It was wet and so pure
Sad but no cure
For strife in the light of day.
John Shea
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/light-of-day-12/
